James Houston & Will Frank - Most High (feat. The Renaissance)

Me and the homie James Houston
Praises to the most high
Listen, the work that I do for God always come with a quest
The opportunities alone, those will cover my debt
The devil bargaining my soul,
Watch him write me a check
The problem lies in the fact that I open my hand

The temptations of a young man destined to make it and desperate to make it
The juxtaposition of my situation is driving me crazy
Testing my paces and growing my faith as I send up my prayers to the Most High
High-fiving all the dead homies as I Hulk smash my left arm through this window on a plane ride

The glass punctures a wall on my skin
It's crazy how we get so quiet when we talking to him
But when we're here with our friends, we steady talking out the side of our necks
It's so much chatter, I got spit on my ears

See, I've been living in fear of the unknown, un grown reality that's actually constructed by him
If I'm confessing my sins and living better within
The confirmation constellation it won't ever be dim
I'm shining brighter than the ultra-light, ultra-fluorescent, ultrasound child of God

I was born as a blessing to the world and vice versa
I write verses, not to be perfect, but to prove to God the rhetorical reasons I'm worth it
I might just circle the serpent to save myself as a person
Negatives flash on the camera if you just know how to work it

Bless, bless, bless with the Most High
And then I got the confirmation from the man upstairs
He said, be cool
It's gon' be aight

It's gon' be aight
It's gon' be aight
I got the confirmation from the man upstairs
He said, be cool

It's gon' be aight
Ashes on the Buddha head
I'm living low class
I wanna cut class with my love

That's the Most High
God is love
I drink the blood, his son shed, and have a toast with his cup
Outside my comfort zone, put me in the zone

Outside my home, the world become the loneliest
Just help me become the man, the godly figure
Everything I dreamed of, I hardly mention
What I deal with is unforgiving

If I told you this, you won't accept it
But this whole life thing, I'm still sorta new to it
It's kinda hard to adjust
I may never will

While I balance this scale
Of this unleveled skill
Smoke a dooboo while she do me
And chill
It's real

Then it's back to 907
It's hell or jail
Carving the dates with a shank
Countin' the days until I get u out of here

Written by:
James Merritt, Renny 1

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